Pure filthy sweat-stinking rock and roll with a punk twist. Deep from within the bowels of Kansas, USA this is Cocknoose. The only band in the world even The Dwarves are afraid of (and that means something). This is music for bar fights and black eyes, if you know what I mean. Not meant to be analyzed by reviewers. Music at the core of songwriting. With just two distorted chords, both feet on the pedal and a fuck you too mentality, this is like a crash course in learning to love the bastard child of Motorhead, Misfits and Rose Tattoo.

An album that does what it`s supposed to do. Piss you off and make you wonder; is this really good or really bad? No matter what the outcome is, I wouldn’t tell it to them in person. They’d probably smack you around anyway.